Submariner

Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Smokes] Three eighties in my skizzy and the MAC's full of nines Bricks came in and bricks gone the same night Double barrel on me so I walk with a limp Bitch, you crazy if you asking my type Oh, they with you when you up, they ain't with you when you down Same handguns, I got different rounds Submariner on, I don't scuba dive Thirty racks, not a chick in my Uber ride [Verse 1: Booter Bee] Gave half the country bullets, you can ask about me Headline show, I keep straps around me Four-four flats in my new ting I bought two new guns then dropped ten on a new ring We been getting money like Big Meech I called the three-еight Beavo, it's filled with big teeth One wrong movе, you can lay where your friend is I shot him on Jummah then prayed for repentance All this dirt on my hands, I need to wash it off I had Uber drivers on the M, flying half a box I had bells in the dotty looking like Charlie Sloth I pull up, let it slap then I'm off They must have thought that it's only rap I'll stab my own friend up if that pussy try hold me back We're rolling strapped, keep the bouncers sweet And like Young Smokes, G, I keep a thousand sweets [Chorus: Young Smokes] Three eighties in my skizzy and the MAC's full of nines Bricks came in and bricks gone the same night Double barrel on me so I walk with a limp Bitch, you crazy if you asking my type Oh, they with you when you up, they ain't with you when you down Same handguns, I got different rounds Submariner on, I don't scuba dive Thirty racks, not a chick in my Uber ride [Verse 2: Young Smokes & Booter Bee] Yo, I came up Like them ladyboys in Thailand, it stays tucked She love the lifestyle, not knowing it's dangerous This Russian make you gamble life like Vegas Check my waistband right now, it's stainless Patek 5980 stainless Richard Mille, shit, I need it in rose gold My neck on froze, same way my flows cold Call my pendant Steve Austin, this stone's cold Raised pointers cost more than fiddy When you're broke, she don't give you jiggy-jiggy My darg got ten years for serving nitties All that oil, he ain't never sold to Diddy All these bricks, we ain't building a house Glock-19, sleep with it like my spouse I slapped it in North but I bought it in South Remington shotgun, I call it Peter Crouch